In the private room, Gloria knelt on the floor.
Across from her, a few rich kids were plotting how to take out their anger on her.
"She's just trash. Why waste so much effort? Just beat her up."
"Beating her up is boring. With her tiny frame, she might be very scared before we even touch her."
"She caused us so much trouble. Just beating her up is too easy. How about..."
The leader turned to look at Gloria, his gaze landing on her face.
Sensing his stare, Gloria lowered her head even further without showing any emotion.
The man chuckled coldly, clearly amused. "She looks so much like Gloria. It'd be a waste not to use that to our advantage. Aren't you good at dancing? Give us a good dance, and we'll forget about what happened.
We'll let you go."
The others still thought this was too lenient on Gloria.
